"You really chose such a rookie?”
In the conference room, the scouts, management, and coaching team who had completed the team's three draft lists were silent and nervous after the third pick, Duke.
All of their eyes were focused on Michael Jordan, who had made the final decision.
He was the boss of a team who was better than a president and the number one player in the league.
Many people had doubts about Jordan's choice. John Bach, the chief assistant, was one of them.
Unfortunately, in the past three to four years, Jordan had always had the greatest decision-making power with his status and influence in the league, coupled with the indulgence of the team's boss.
Even if he resigned from his position as the president of operations and returned as a player, most of the team's management still followed his lead and followed his opinions.
"Then do you have any other better choices?”The manager at the side, Doug Collins, who was the most determined supporter of Jordan, had a smile on his face and was very supportive of his disciple's decision.
Collins could be said to be Jordan's true mentor. In the latter's mind, he was more important than Phil Jackson, who could achieve mutual success with him and win the six championships.
It was because of Collins 'endless support that he had his first MVP trophy, his first DPOY trophy, and many other personal honors. He even had the priceless Lastshop, Jordan's most famous scene! (Last Shot)
Collins was the first manager to lead Jordan to the top.
John Bach thought about it and finally decided that Collins was right. There was indeed no better second-round pick for them than Duke.
Bach's only worry was that Jordan would choose another Kuo Mei Brown.
Brown had not lost yet, but his performance last season was not as good as expected as the top scorer. He did not even have time to play after the season ended. Brandon Haywood, who was signed later, caught up and successfully squeezed out of his position.
However, on second thought, it was a second-round draft pick anyway, a water dispenser seat with a basic salary contract.
Talent show, talent show, isn't it just a scratch ticket? What if I hit the jackpot?
Moreover, they had all seen Duke's physical test data and were shocked. A second-round pick wouldn't be wasted on Duke.
While the others expressed their doubts, Jordan, who was sitting at the main seat, was still calm. He was not worried that a second-round pick would be wasted on Duke, who had no playing experience.
He had already donated two years of his genius salary. Why would he be afraid of a basic salary contract that was less than 500,000 dollars?
Duke's physical fitness during the trial training was too eye-catching. It was even more stunning than that of Kuame Brown.
Just this alone was enough to make up for the lack of testing on the field.
"Let these three rookies come back in two days to sign the contract. We'll be busy in July.”
After Jordan said that, he waved his hand and dismissed the conference call.
When Collins walked out of the conference room with John Bach, he said with a smile,""Take care of the Summer League and pay more attention. Whether Duke is a fake or a treasure, let these games test it.”
"Good!"
Bach nodded and agreed.
The summer league was just a low-level stage to test rookies and fringe players. There was no need for a manager to oversee the team. Instead, it was led by a chief assistant coach like Bach.
Duke's performance in the second round was a mule or a horse.
"Tell me, what happened?"
The draft was over. Du had completely recovered from the shock of his son being selected by the Wizards and suddenly becoming an NBA professional player. He stared at Duke.
"What else could it be?"
Duke spread his hands and replied with a disappointed expression,"It's all because you didn't pay for my college education. I can only leave school early and work hard in society.”
"I've been busy with these things for the past half a month to get Boss Qiao's attention.”
"Although it was a little late, fortunately, the result was beautiful.”
Old Du's face turned red from embarrassment and he was speechless.
"In the future, you don't have to keep tormenting yourself. I, your son, can also earn a lot of money.”Duke stood up with a smile, stretched, and left the cashier.
"Little brat!"
Seeing his son's smug look, Old Du was filled with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.
A few days later, on the 30th day after the rookies signed their contracts with the team, Du, as Duke's guardian, had to accompany Duke to Washington.
Duke was at the end of 1984 and was not yet 18 years old. He could not sign a contract on his own. Not only did Old Du not have the trouble of being a tool, but he was also happy to see Jordan.
When he was young, he came to the United States to study, just as Jordan was about to win the championship.
Since then, he, who was a basketball enthusiast, had been deeply attracted by Jordan's gorgeous style of playing and had always been the latter's most fanatical and loyal fan.
Duke had also been influenced by this since he was young. He loved his family and became a fan of Jordan.
Unfortunately, he had no height or talent in his previous life. He was just a fan.
After rebirth, it was different.
Not only did he have a genetic mutation, but his height had also increased from 1.9 meters to 20 centimeters in a year and a half. It was so shocking that Old Du thought that he was not his biological son.
Old Du himself was only about 1.8 meters tall.
In this life, Duke was not only tall, but he was also extremely talented. His strength was at the maximum level, and the appearance of the system gave him the opportunity to chase after his dreams.
Not only that, but they had also just signed a contract with a base salary of 560,000 USD a year. Converted to RMB, he had become a millionaire.
This contract was a tacit agreement between both parties.
The Wizards didn't have to worry about Duke losing his salary for a year. If he really lost his salary, they could just dump him after a year.
Therefore, there was no clause for the parent team to have the priority to renew the contract.
Duke had no objections, and he even secretly thought that the team's management and Jordan were very righteous.
With such a short contract, he didn't have to worry about being tied to the Wizards in the future.
He could go anywhere he wanted a year later.
As long as he made a name for himself!
The Wizards were only his stepping stone. Adding on to the fact that Jordan would retire the next season and be kicked out of the team, Duke had no reason to stay.
It was not because he was a fan of Jordan, but because Arenas would come after Jordan retired.
Arenas and Larry Hughes, who joined in the summer, were two famous black holes in the ball. Duke would be a ghost if he could play comfortably here.
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